Nobody

I am Nobody.
I live off the land.
I speak the world's language.
I hold the human's hand.
I see the currents pull.
I feel the sharpest knife.
I come and go as I please.
I wish the world alive.
I am Nobody.
But what is a world without sorrow?
What is the sky without clouds?
Why do we feel but not touch?
Why name is secret shouds?
I ask too many question that I know are true.
I tell to many lies that will not be of you.
I am Nobody, but still I am alive.
I withstand the sadness as I still survive.
I rhyme without rhythm.
I hear the hopeless cries.
The world is growing but through blinded eyes.
I am a poet of great variety.
I am what you think.
I am Nobody.
The world does not hear the cries of death.
The world does not feel the sadness of the crept.
The world is here growing with its will.
The world is not happy.
The world is dying.
And to me that is good.
For we people have ruined it.
We have killed the life within.
We are trapped in the trash bin we have created.
We are the cruel ones that are not to live.
I am Nobody.
For whatever you may say.
I am Nobody.
Even for this world's decay.
I am Nobody.
I live off the land.
I speak the world's language.
I hold the human's hand.
I see the currents pull.
I feel the sharpest knife.
I come and go as I please.
I wish the world alive.
I am Nobody.